Well, okay. Yeah. Sure, I ran 10 miles non-stop, but goddamn. In 1:51:55, or at an average pace of 11:11.5 a mile. I didn't know I could run that slowly. Somewhere around 2.5 miles I became somewhat confident I would make it. At 3 miles I still felt good enough to appreciate the River Trail. It's as pretty as a good girlfriend, I believe. At 7 miles I started thinking about bacon, eggs, hash browns, and pancakes, and then fried chicken. By the last mile, I thought it was kind of funny that I couldn't feel my toes.
My blood glucose was at 110 when I left my house, 20 minutes before I started from the I-30 Arkasas River Bridge. I ate eight SweeTarts — two after 4 miles, and one after each subsequent mile. It was at 55, twenty minutes after I stopped. Next time I will eat one after each mile.
My splits were 10:21, 10:46, 10:53, 11:14, 11:29 (54:44). 11:40, 11:25, 11:16, 11:25, 11:25 (57:11).
It was slow, but I'm pleased and hungry.
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